Carp are raised in the rice fields, and more than 200 fish fry are placed in one acre. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The INFO production team has 1,000 acres of rice, and all the fish have caught more than 20,000. The Hungarian students found that the members of the production team themselves were involved in the processing of the rice fish, and that they had hired professionals to come and do so. International students can handle one fish, production team members can handle three, and professionals can handle about eight fish in that time.

The knife flashed, and the carp was disemboweled, scaled and gouged, and when the fish were sent to several other professionals to be smoked with straw, the fish's eyes turned, and the cheekbones opened and closed uselessly. The grilled fish has the aroma of rice flowers, and the skin is crispy and tender, and it melts in the mouth. Let the international students feast their mouths.

It took 3 days to process 20,000 carp, and agricultural production did not end there. The grass carp that have been selected are put back into the rice fields to continue farming, while the production team is engaged in agricultural work that the Hungarian students do not understand at all.

This is the end of the field investigation, and the team bids farewell to the production team and continues to walk south. When I returned to Chaohu Lake, the girl who was crying because of homesickness couldn't help but say, "Do you think this big lake looks like Lake Balaton?" ”

When it comes to Hungary's largest lake, young people have a little nostalgia on their faces. Lake Balaton covers an area of 600 square kilometers, while Chaohu Lake has about 900 square kilometers, but these young people, who are not water conservancy experts at all, cannot tell the difference.

Hungary is much colder than the Minchao Dynasty, and when Chaohu Lake is still emitting hot water vapor in August, the mansions on the shores of Lake Balaton already feel a little cooler. This meant little to the owner of the mansion, Master Mikrosh, who looked at the box that the doctor had placed on the table. The outside of the box was a coarse cloth lined with cotton, and a small bottle of clear and transparent elixir was placed inside. The mouth of the bottle was sealed with a metal skin, and the thick walls of the bottle made Master Mikrosh feel very strong.

"This medicine...... Does it work? Don't be like quinine sulfate, which almost killed me. Master Mikrosh's tone was very unpleasant. This can't all be blamed on him, others react more strongly with quinine sulfate, and Lord Mikrosh is heart stopped beating for a while, if it wasn't for the doctor's timely rescue, the grass on his grave would probably have grown at this time.

"It's Chinese medicine." The doctor replied.

After staring at the completely indecipherable words on the medicine bottle for a moment, a deep look of suspicion appeared on the face of Lord Mikrosh. He was skeptical of what he wasn't familiar with.

"The drug costs five times as much as quinine. If you don't want to use it...... sir," the doctor wanted to back down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this price came out, Lord Mikrosh's face immediately became good-looking, and he replied bluntly: "Okay, just use this!" ”

The doctor was very surprised, and he added, "This medicine is not good for one shot, and the whole course of treatment takes a long time." ”

The eldest man frowned, "Do you think I have no money?" ”

"No, no" The doctor hurriedly shook his head, he didn't want to discuss anything about it, and immediately began to inject the eldest master.

Time passed minute by minute, and noon had passed. Then Master Mikrosh had already felt the sensation before the onset of malaria, and his whole body began to feel chills, his heart beat faster, his mouth was dry, and even the blue sky in his eyes began to be covered with a thin layer of yellow.

"Stupid donkey, bring me a leather jacket!" Master Mikrosh cursed the servant with a trembling voice.

Just as the servant hurried to get warm clothes, the intensity of the malaria attack suddenly stopped. The yellow in front of him quickly faded, and Master Mikrosh felt the familiar feeling of the end of the malaria attack. Just as the servant came running with his leather robe, he saw Master Mikrosh standing outside the door of the main hall of the mansion, smugly smoking an imported cigar. The sweet taste makes you feel refreshed.

"Hey! Master Coachman, can you catch the car well? Once you get there, you can drink to your heart's content. From outside the gate came the sound of swearing.

Master Mikrosh's face changed from relaxed to wry, and he whispered to himself, "The new judge has arrived, and a new malaria has begun again." With a few words of command to the servant, Master Mikrosh went straight to the door to greet him.

Coming through the door was a judge, wearing the two thick mustaches favored by the upper echelons of Viena, dressed in a judge's attire, and carrying a briefcase with a grunt. As soon as he saw Master Mikrosh, the judge shouted, "Let's get things done." ”

"Let's talk in the back garden." Lord Mikrosh said with a very decent smile, that is, with the smile of the lord of the great estate facing the judge who represented the power of the government.

The judge did not refuse, and could see that the experience along the way made the old man in charge of public power very unhappy, so that he had no feeling for walking a few more steps.

The mansion is located on the slope of the hill on the shore of Lake Balaton, and the view of the back garden is very good, and the lord of Mikrosh condescendingly pointed to Lake Balaton in the distance and said: "Your Excellency, you see how beautiful this scenery is. ”

The judge glanced casually and didn't say anything. Then Master Mikrosh pointed to the hillside above, "Your Excellency, from here to the top of the mountain, all is my land. ”

Hearing this, the judge's face changed. Then I saw Master Mikrosh pointing down the hill, and from here to the shore of the lake was my vineyard.

"Oh......" The judge couldn't help but lengthen his voice, and then he finally said in a businesslike tone that was free from emotion: "Your Excellency, I am here to investigate the Fabio you shot ......"

"You may be seated." Master Mikrosh asked the judge to sit down at the wooden table, lit a cigar for the judge, and then said calmly: "I know, it was the day before yesterday, August 16th. ”

The judge took out his notebook, and saw the servant carry a rattan basket and put it on the shelf by the table, and then pushed it down. Then Master Mikrosh took out two glasses and a bottle of red wine, "Come on, man, let's have two glasses before we get to work." ”

Hearing this advice, the judge licked his dry lips slightly, hesitated for a moment before saying, "All right, man. ”

When the wine was opened, everyone took a sip, and the judge exclaimed, "Oh! It's a really good wine. With that, he raised his glass and drank it down.

"Of course, it's from a vineyard on the top of my hillside." Master Mikrosh replied calmly, and at the same time poured another glass for the judge very attentively.

After drinking most of it, the judge continued, "That Fabio was shot to death?" ”

"Yes, a Chinese-made Type 1890 shotgun. Very accurate, better than German shotguns. Master Mikrosh continued.

As the judge took notes in his notebook, Master Mikrosh opened another bottle. The judge looked at the bottle with puzzled eyes, and listened to Master Mikrosh explain: "This is a ten-year-old wine from my vineyard. ”

"Oh......" said the judge, taking a long sip from his glass, and then he praised with satisfaction, "this wine is so good!" ”

The two of you have a cup and I have a cup, and I quickly finished the bottle. Then the old man Mikrosh drew another bottle of wine from the rattan basket, "This is a fifteen-year-old wine produced in that vineyard under the hillside!" ”

The judge's eyes were already shining as if they were about to shoot light, but when he glanced at the notebook out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but ask, "Where was that Fabio shot?" ”

"Afterheart. I shot him in the back of the heart. Fabio, a gypsy, was shot and died shortly thereafter. Master Mikrosh recounted the events in a bland, and at the same time filled the judge's glass.

He picked up the wine glass and sniffed it deeply under his nose for a while, and the judge praised: "I really have never heard of this wine ......." ”

Master Mikrosh lit another cigar for himself and said proudly: "By next year, these wines will be available in Viena." The wine tasting over there has already been held, and many dukes and marquis have a high evaluation. ”

The judge remained silent, but took a sip of the wine. Then he put down his glass and said intoxicatedly, "I can imagine." ”

When the fifteen-year-old wine was gone, the old man Mikrosh pulled out a smaller bottle and announced, "This is a twenty-year-old wine produced on my estate." ”

"This wine must be better than the best Bordeaux wines, and even Burgundy wines are probably not as good as those of Burgundy." The judge shouted excitedly. When Master Mikrosh opened the bottle, the judge respectfully asked, "Your Excellency, you are a wonderful person, but why did you shoot that gypsy?" ”

"Because that gypsy thief stole twelve bottles of this twenty-year-old wine from my cellar." Master Mikrosh said sternly.

When the judge heard this, he smacked his mouth. He frowned slightly and muttered, "If it were me, I probably wouldn't have handled it like this." ”

After thinking for a moment, the judge said to Master Mikrosh: "So be it, that gypsy Fabio was accidentally wounded and killed by gunfire. ”

The transcript and the closing summary were quickly written in a notebook, and the judge put away his office supplies and drank with Master Mikrosh in the backyard of the hillside manor mansion on the shores of Lake Balaton.

"Come on, old fellow, a few more drinks."

"God bless you!"

The two old men pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and drank it very happily, and the wine in the cup was rainbow, like the blood of the gypsy thief Fabio.

The judge was already drunk when he left, and Master Mikrosh drove him back in his own carriage. The rattan gift basket contains the fine wine, which is safely placed in the carriage. Seeing the carriage leave, Master Mikrosh did not look distressed at all, he was very rich, owned a lot of land, and these bottles of wine were nothing compared to the friendship of the local judge.

Immediately after the carriage, the man who had been waiting to visit Master Mikrosh came out of the living room of the main house, and said anxiously, "Mick, what happened to the thing I told you?" ”

Master Mikrosh lit another cigar, and after spitting out his cigarette, he calmly said, "The judge is already our man, as long as this verdict is down, we can start cleaning up the Robin Hood party in this area." ”

"Those peasants who had been soldiers should be cleaned up first. It is a curse for such a person to stay in the country! The visitor spoke viciously of the resentment in his heart.

"Humph! None of those people will be able to run away then! Master Mikrosh laughed, but his laughter came from between his teeth.

At this time, Wang Shizhen and several students rode in a carriage straight here, after walking through the vast area of eastern Hungary and touching many Hungarian farmers, Wang Shizhen's travel plan has been to western Hungary.

Seven days later, a telegram flew directly from Budapest to Beijing, "Comrade Wang Shizhen was attacked, and he escaped with his life." Several people have died in the militia that carried out the attack, and official intervention has been needed. ”